Who Am I?
No matter how I define who I am, the definition is always biased to one perspective. That perspective is usually career-driven, or work-focused. My LinkedIn, my social media profiles, my bios on every profile I own, are all biased to what I do, or what I believe in related to what I do. However, I never really write about who I AM as a human in this Divine Dance we do in the infinitesimally small portion of the universe’s timeline?
How sad is that? In the extremely small piece of Time that I occupy, I define who I am by the jobs I trade my extremely precious time and life to, or by the number of people that choose to engage with my social content, or whatever other absolutely meaningless metrics we as a society agree to establish for defining who we are. I try my absolute hardest to figure out what my purpose is, or how I will make my money.
Who the hell am I, in the grand scheme of it all? I am absolutely everything and nothing at all. The bigger I see myself, the smaller I become. I am alone with these feelings. I believe everyone is, or will confront them one day. Why am I even asking this question? Why are we asking this question? The American is almost required to define this question in every aspect of our society – career, family, self. LinkedIn and social media are great examples of this. Americans and many others in developed and developing countries are in an unsanctioned race to define who they are, almost at the extent of others. We live in a scarce country, or at least that’s the belief we carry. “I need to get ahead of others to become who I am.”
I am currently caught in the middle of two dimensions. One of my dreams, and the other of the dreams of the world. One is my ideal, while the other is the world’s ideal. When I say world, I mean the people of the world – humanity; a race we are all a part of. Many would disagree with me on grouping everyone into one race, which speaks to their definition of who they are.
So I wonder how I go on answering this question.